Psalms 6
1 For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David. LORD, don’t rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.
To the chief Musician. On stringed instruments, upon Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Jehovah, rebuke me not in thine anger, and chasten me not in thy hot displeasure.
2 Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am faint. LORD, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
Be gracious unto me, Jehovah, for I am withered; Jehovah, heal me, for my bones tremble.
3 My soul is also in great anguish. But you, LORD—how long?
And my soul trembleth exceedingly: and thou, Jehovah, till how long?
4 Return, LORD. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.
Return, Jehovah, free my soul; save me for thy loving-kindness' sake.
For in death there is no remembrance of thee; in Sheol who shall give thanks unto thee? (Sheol h7585)
6 I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
I am wearied with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I dissolve my couch with my tears.
7 My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
Mine eye wasteth away through grief; it hath grown old because of all mine oppressors.
8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for the LORD has heard the voice of my weeping.
Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for Jehovah hath heard the voice of my weeping.
9 The LORD has heard my supplication. The LORD accepts my prayer.
Jehovah hath heard my supplication; Jehovah receiveth my prayer.
10 May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.
All mine enemies shall be ashamed and tremble exceedingly; they will turn, they will be ashamed suddenly.
